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Thursday, February 23, 2012

SHIFTERS 'R' US (10) - EDWARD KENDRICK

“Rémy, if Oliver was in his car how did you follow him in the first
place?” Terry wanted to know.

Rémy shrugged. “It was night, I shifted.”

“All right. And that was the last time you tracked him?”

“Yes. Two days later he… he was dead.” Rémy turned away for a moment to
compose himself. “I just knew that wasn’t an accident,” he said defiantly after
he’d turned back to face them again. “And I found proof. It took forever but I
did.”

“What sort of proof, and where?” Alfie asked.

Rémy dug into the pocket of his jeans, took something out, and tossed it
to Alfie. “It was in a stuffed animal he’d given me when I was a kid.” Rémy
gave a small smile. “A fox.”

Alfie rolled the flash drive between his fingers. “How the hell did you
manage to find it?”

“It was dumb luck. Just dumb luck. I’d searched everywhere in the house.
Pissed my folks off too when I was doing that though they didn’t know that’s
what I was doing. But I just knew there had to be something and if Oliver
really was… a bad guy, or… or a spy, well he might have hidden something
somewhere you know.

After a while though I got frustrated, angry, and, well, thought maybe I was
wrong. Maybe I just wanted to have some reason for his being dead you know.”

Terry smiled. “We know. That’s what we were thinking at first. So back
to how you found the drive.”

“I’d had a really bad day. Fucked up at school, came home, had a huge
blowout with my dad. I went into my room, saw that damned fox staring at me,
and took out my anger on it.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I tore it
apart and… and in the stuffing, there was the drive. I guess, I think, Oliver
figured that was a safe place that no one who might be searching for it would
think to look.”

“Why didn’t you give this to your father?”

“When you look at what’s on it you’ll know.”

“Since that’s not happening right now, tell us, please,” Alfie said.

Rémy hesitated, and then came over to sit down facing the two men. “From
what I can figure out there’s some sort of… of war I guess between several of
the families for supremacy within the city.” He sighed deeply. “I wasn’t that
far off when I thought about gangsters, only in this case it’s shifters who run
the gangs. My father… Damn him!” Rémy closed his eyes, whispering, “Damn him.”

Terry reached out to squeeze Rémy’s shoulder. “He’s the head of one of
these families I take it.”

“Yeah, big time. How could he…” There was a long pause before Rémy
continued. “So, anyway, I guess Oliver found out, well I know he did, and he
didn’t like it so he tried to do something about it. That man from the bar, he
was like a Fed only for the shifters.”

“With our shadow government,” Alfie stated.

“Yeah, I guess that’s it. Oliver turned over any information he got
about my father and his dealings.” Rémy’s mouth tightened angrily. “I can’t
prove it, but I think my father had him killed.”

“Rémy, how long have you had this drive?”

“I found it maybe three months ago. When I saw what was on it I didn’t
know what to do. I mean, he’s my father. Like it or not he is. And yet he could
be the reason Oliver was murdered. What would you have done, if you were me?”

“Been scared shitless,” Alfie admitted with a smile. “Just like you
probably were. Are even. What made you run when you did? According to your
friends you told them you got a threatening phone call. Was that the truth?”

“Yeah, actually it was, but the caller didn’t threaten my family like I
told them. He threatened me. I’d had another big fight with my dad, and I was
so damned pissed during it that I let him know I’d found something that proved
what he was into.”

Terry nodded. “How did he react?”

“He laughed. He said if it was something Oliver had, then it was all
fantasy, Oliver’s way of trying to get back at him because…well he didn’t say
why. I didn’t give him the chance. I screamed and yelled that he was lying and
stormed into my room. Again.” Rémy smiled a bit wryly. “I was doing that a lot
in the last few months.”

Thank you for the great free read as always, Edward. Edward and I have swapped blogs today. You can read my article titled The Love Hate Relationship @ http://edwardkendrick.blogspot.com. Also, please note everyone, my blog domain name has changed to http://blakrayneblog.com. Have a great weekend, sweeties!

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